This past Monday, as I walked over to Brighton Avenue, I was bombarded with bummed out kids looking for tickets to the KURT VILE AND THE VIOLATORS show. I shook my head and apologized, but I can’t feel bad for people who didn’t get tickets in time, even when I’m one of them. Everyone was hyper from drinking free Slurpees all day so the normally purse-lipped contemplative indie rock crowd was on their feet and rowdy.